When I first began my journey as a teen mom my weekends looked different from most 19 year olds.
I spent many hours every weekend at the laundromat. sorting. washing. drying. folding. carrying heavy baskets. entertaining a newborn.
I’d bring books, magazines, call friends, watch tv, or just sit and stare. There would be times where I would find myself having a conversation with the person sitting near me. They would usually ask about my baby. Wanting to know her name and age. They would smile at her and sometimes try to tickle her. The conversations were short-lived.
fast forward 12 years
I find myself sitting in the laundromat after so many years of being away. Instantly the sound of spinning dryers and smell of clean clothes brings me back to a place that feels comfortable. I get the sense that I am at home. I feel a belonging. I am reminded that no matter where I end up in life, what my house looks like, how nice of a washer and dryer I have, (or don’t since mine is currently broke), this is where I started. This is where it all began.
here in the laundromat
No pride, no pressure, no insecurities, no shame.
Being in the laundromat today reminds me that Jesus washed away my sins. He has cleaned me with his blood. He has forgiven me and made me new. Although I have changed, my situations have changed, my home changed, my washer changes, He has not changed.
Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever. Hebrews 13:8 (ESV)
He is with me in the chaos of life, he is never going to change. And sometimes it takes a broken washing machine to be reminded of that.
Where did you begin? Where does the Lord bring you to remind you of all he has done for you?
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